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Time out for fun: Edmond O’Brien, Olga San Juan and Bob Stack make minutes count at a party get-together
Betty Grable, Preston Sturges and Olga again — on “Beautiful Blonde of Bashful Bend” set
Janet Leigh and Bob Neal dined together before she left for New York to visit Barry Nelson
( Continued from page 15) came as no surprise. They should really make a film with Dan and call it “How Tired Can You Get?” We watched him make several scenes for “Chicken Every Sunday” and noted the weariness that seemed to weigh him down. Only when director George Seaton called “camera” did Dan attempt liveliness. With the endless weeks of dance rehearsals that precede a Dailey picture, with the actor sometimes rehearsing for one movie while making another, plus his misunderstanding over the Friar benefit, it’s no wonder he decided to call a halt. The pity is the publicity that follows such a drastic measure. When will Hollywood ever wake up and realize an actor is a human being and not a machine?
Round-Up: The way Humphrey Bogart drives Lauren Bacall up over lawns, curbs, around trees and down grades in that new bantam car of his, you’d never P dream they were expecting a baby . . . Hollywood wonders if being an aunt to sister Joan Fontaine’s baby will cause Olivia de Havilland to forcet their difb4
ferences. Joan’s husband, Bill Dozier, certainly hopes so . . . Veterans who receive visits from lovely Elizabeth Taylor never stop talking of her beauty. Neither do the Hollywood lads, either . . . As usual, Jimmy Stewart claims he has no wedding plans when Gloria McLean is mentioned but take it from us, Jimmy likes her better than any girl he’s met in a long time. You should see him look at her!
Red Skelton: As a comedian in Hollywood, Red Skelton is unique. He’s neither feverishly apprehensive over material nor hopelessly wed to his job of being funny. He’s the most naive of the funny men, never given to smut in either his everyday or professional dialogues. Like a kid, he loves circuses (his father was a clown). A real camera fiend, he spends most of his off-screen, off-radio time endlessly taking pictures. Once at a theater opening, it was discovered that the NBC cameraman hadn’t showed up. Red, who never goes anywhere without his camera, pitched in and did the job for him. He lives in Bel-Air with his wife, a non
professional, and his two babies, Valentina Maria and Richard Freeman who, without yet knowing it, pose endlessly for their father. He listens to every word of advice from his ex-wife, Edna Skelton Borzage, a farseeing woman who helps write his programs. He puts on a half-hour show after every radio appearance that kills the customers who know that with the advent of television, Red, with his flexible features and ability to transform himself into any character with a single gesture, will top them all. He never says an unkind word about anyone. He respects the talents of other comics and laughs long and loud at their jokes. He possesses a wistful something that lends reality to any character he plays. Six-feet-two, brown-eyed, dimple-cheeked, red-gold hair, he’s the handsomest of the funny men and never suspects it. He’s unbelievably simple and regrettably sorry for you if the pictures given him don’t measure up. And when you laugh your head off at “The Fuller Brush Man” or “The Southern Yankee,” he’s pleased because you’re pleased. He’s a goori Tr,e.